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I am hobbled.
Swoosh,
swoosh,
swooshing
in my ears,
bent over,
consumed.
Wish I could skip through this day.
Blink
and be past it,
tomorrow.
Hubby says this is sad.
It is.
Of course it's fucking sad.
Fucking-a.
What the fucking hell, God damn right it's fucking sad.
8 more God damn days like this?
I don't want a break.
I want it to be fucking over.
God damn fucking over.

Done.
Gone,
for fucking ever.